Most things in life exist within a spectrum. The human visible spectrum ranges from about 4000 to 7500 Angstrom units or 400-750 nanometers, which is preferred nowadays, but I'm old. I like Angstrom units. My favorite color, cadmium red, is one specific point on that spectrum - 6438.4696 Angstrom units. And the human visible spectrum is itself merely a subset of the fuller electromagnetic spectrum.
My opinion about any particular piece of art ranges within a spectrum from wonderful to terrible with every possibility inbetween. I adore Waterhouse's "Circe Offering the Cup to Ulysses."
We speak dogmatically about the political spectrum. We range in our religious beliefs from utter surety that there is a Deity, Which keeps Itself busy watching sparrows fall, to hardheaded certainty that the metaphysical plane is an intellectual construct from the mind of Man and is complete bunkum. We live a spectrum-rich life.
But there are some things in life which are binary. Yes, you're reading this on your computer so you inevitably thought immediately of binary code. Coins are binary, head/tail. Most normal light switches are binary, we'll just ignore those pesky 3-way switches (A 3-way? Perversion!) and rheostats, which are spectrum devices (And clearly deviant!). Etc. And that brings us to the title of this post.
You all know the old saying, "You can't be a little bit pregnant." Pregnancy is binary. Either you are pregnant or you are not pregnant. Binary. No spectrum effect for this type of situation. If you tell me you're pregnant, I understand that statement and I'll accept it at face value. If you tell me you're not pregnant, I understand that statement and I'll accept it at face value. If you tell me you're pregnant except for X or Y or Z, I cannot parse that statement into something meaningful. What we've got here is a failure to communicate, my dear Semiotic Cool Hand Luke.
I'm pregnant, except for X or Y or Z.
I unschool, except for math or bedtime or sugar.
I'm sure you're a wonderful person, Cool Hand, and I know you love your kids but are you really pregnant?